Attack of the Laundry
We’re still lambing…up to 65 babies now, all running around the pasture like little hoodlums. For the last week our friend Mary H. (holding lamb above) has been living with us, helping Melissa out on pasture. At least three times a day they bring in a bag full of towels, which they’ve used to clean off lambs. I gingerly carry the bag to the washing machine, tip the bag upside down, and avert my eyes. When the load is done, I happily transfer the clean towels to the dryer.
Today didn’t go as smoothly. As I was pulling Melissa’s jeans from the load of clean towels/jeans, something cold and long and well, slimy, leapt from the jeans and wrapped itself around my wrist. I might have shrieked, but in a brave, mature way, then noticed this same filmy stuff was all over M’s clean pants, one glob right next to my other hand.
I summoned Melissa and Mary to the laundry room. “What is this? What is this? What is this?” (Take note: An effective technique for communicating distress is to ask the same question several times in a loud, slightly frantic voice.)
Melissa pulled the goop off the pants with her bare hands, examined it, then pronounced it to be the film or sac that the lambs are born in, sort of a biological Saran Wrap. It must have been on one of the towels. I might have begun jumping up and down at this point.
Mary H. stared at me. After a week out on pasture with Melissa, she failed to see how adorable and endearing it is to be grossed out by this stuff. She frowned. “What’s the big deal? At least it’s clean.”
Ugly rumors have begun circulating that I then walked around the laundry room shaking my hands and saying, “icky, icky, icky.” These rumors are totally unfounded.
I’ve learned my lesson. It isn’t enough to fear my dirty laundry. I now must fear my clean laundry as well. What will I pull out of the washing machine next time? More “Saran Wrap”? Placental material? Laundered lamb poop?
Mary’s right. I should just relax. After all, it’ll be clean.
Here are more photos if you need a lamb fix: